I Like People Too Much Or Not

O Heart, Such Disorganization!

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

I Have This Demon Who Wants Me To Run Away Screaming If I Am Going To Be Flawed, Fallible. It Wants Me To Think I'm So Good I Must Be Perfect. Or Nothing. I Am, On The Contrary, Something: A Being Who Gets Tired, Has Shyness To Fight, Has More Trouble Than Most Facing People Easily.

I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal Job Of Merely Living.

I Had Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover.